The Demon-Like Lover of the Playful Lord

"Just don't want to stay with my king."

She didn't know how to lose. Ye Jingrong had already spoken for her. Although this was the reason, it was embarrassing to be pierced in this way. This was indeed the reason, but after all, the other party was the prince, and the child still wanted to save him. Injury, she still had to be euphemistic not.

"Don't call me Wanying in the future. I'm not Ling Wanying. My name is Mu Changan."

"Chang'an, Chang'an I, this name sounds good."

Her parents didn't think so much when they took the name. It was purely based on the place name and was interpreted by Ye Jingrong. This name, which once made her vulgar, suddenly became taller.

"Master, are you okay!"

"No problem, you help the king go back. What's the matter, we will talk about it when we go back."

He was injured because of her. Mu Changan very actively raised Ye Jingrong, preparing to take him down the mountain, stumbled along the way, Ye Jingrong kept holding her hand, she wanted to draw her hand, and saw the blood in the corner of Ye Jingrong's mouth. Still dispelled this idea.

There were a few horses down the mountain, and the night scene came up, and he reached out to Mu Changan, motioning to Mu Changan to put his hand up. Mu Changan hesitated a bit. If she really got on the horse, wouldn't she have to sit in the night scene, this way is at least For an hour, it was ambiguous to lean against him in this way, but she could not walk back to the city.

Thinking of this, Mu Changan pointed at the back of the night scene, "How can I sit in the front, I just sit in the back."

"Chang'an, are you sure? It's also good for me to let you sit in front."

"I'm not used to sitting in front."

Mu Chang'an said that he had climbed decisively to the back. The night scene was not blocked, but a kind reminder, "You have to hold your king firmly."

Mu Changan has not yet responded to the meaning of this sentence. Ye Jingrong has raised his whip, and the dark horse under him is galvanizing. Mu Changan did not expect this horse to run so fast.

In order not to fall, Mu Changan could only hold tightly at the waist of the night scene. The summer clothes were thin, and the softness of her chest was pressed against the back of the night scene. Now she really regrets it. Ahead, Ye Jingrong proposed to sit in front of her for her good.

Mu Changan hugged the night scene so tightly. He couldn't help but give birth to a strange feeling, but he restrained himself. This woman could arouse him, even if she was not human at all, even if he knew the truth, he Still like her.

Finally returned to the other courtyard, Mu Changan hurriedly jumped off right away, with a bit of anxiety, all of a sudden fell to the ground, and Ye Jingrong hurriedly reached out to support her, with a surprised expression on his face, "Your face ..."

Mu Chang'an reached out and touched his face, which was already very smooth. There was nothing on his face. Did the wound heal itself?

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing, "I almost thought that I was going to be disfigured, that's great."

"So, the king's blood and jade is wasted. Chang'an, you have to lose the king's treasure."

Mu Changan looked stunned, "How can I compensate, Lord, I have no resentment, I only have joy."

Ye Jingrong's eyes softened, "You don't need to have resentment, Chang'an, the king needs to be wounded. You will take care of the king before the injury is healed. In order to facilitate your care for the king, the king decided to move to you."

After talking about the night scene, he had gone in by himself, and Mu Changan hurried up after him, "I haven't agreed yet."

"My king just informs you, you don't need to promise."

Mu Chang'an slaps his lips. If he is an emperor, he must be a tyrant. If he really marries him, I am afraid that there is no human rights.

After Ye Jingrong returned, he vomited blood once. Mu Changan quickly asked Song Ju to ask the doctor, and he took care of Ye Jingrong. He thought that Ye Jingrong would be polite. Who knew that Ye Jingrong would use her directly as a maid and bring tea. As much as pouring water, she ran out of sweat after busy, and now she seems to have a very subtle feeling to the night scene, that feeling, she can't say it.

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